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The Music We Dance To

A sentence overheard...a line on a radio program...a friend on the end of the phone; any of these can trigger inspiration and send me scrambling for pen and paper.

If I'm up as early as I mean to be, I start the day with CBC Radio Overnight and listen to news from around the world, then at 6.00 a.m., to Andy Barrie on Metro Morning.

During a recent CBC radio interview first thing in the morning; with a young dancer who also composed music, I heard some words that captured me. "We are only as good as the music we dance to," he said.

I carried on with my morning race, the minty toothpaste waking up my mouth as the glass carafe in the kitchen slowly filled with that nectar of the morning; first coffee. And I pondered the thought, "We are only as good as the music we dance to."

"Yes, we are," I thought, "And what music am I dancing to?"

I went from the bathroom to the quiet of my olive green sitting room, opened up the Daily Light for March 17th and read:

1 Peter 1:18-19 (New International Version)
18For you know that it was not with perishable things such as silver or gold that you were redeemed from the empty way of life handed down to you from your forefathers, 19 but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect.

There is an emptiness in a life lived without Christ, when the music we dance to is materialism, academic or career success, financial security or even relationship with family and friends. None of these are wrong in themselves, but if the "music," the thing that guides the steps of our lives, is any of these alone, it is out of tune and tinny in tone.

There is a music whose beat is the heart of God. That is the music to dance to.

Matthew 4:3-4 (New International Version)
3The tempter came to him and said, "If you are the Son of God, tell these stones to become bread."
4Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God


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